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The wall I will return to Sarah L. Dixon
The wall I will return to
is overhung by beeches, knee-high with hulls when the valley is wild and they wash up as part of a tidal forest floor.
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The space for the stone is tip-toe high and I don’t want it to be found.
It is a message for my future self from this place of restriction.
Words from a library book I borrowed 20 years ago. I have forgotten the title and the author but remember the orange hardback cover.
Three words remain. Written on stone, by stone.
‘Countless adventures follow.’
